She asked to see it, and I wheeled out the easel and threw the drapery back.
Drawings of a male body, a female body, and a piece of drapery.
Steps were heard in the gallery—the drapery at the door was agitated.
The artist was working on a picture of a nude Bacchante sprawled on some drapery.
She arose, and with a grand sweep of her drapery, moved toward the door.